Sound
The fourth dimension
The way the words
make your heart break
welcome to hell
Im terminal
in all black
kicking dynamite
down hot blocks
with a gas rain
spectators throwing matches
just to cheer on pain
waiting to see my spirit
pour out of small round holes
from being too nice
too long
but even "too long" has an ending
thats short and devoid of a heroic setting.
You see the arena in everything.
Neutral expression
like a low end funeral parlor
undertaker
letting things pile up is just business.
Your friends with the cold
and you seen the other side of the mask
its just a collapsed star
that sits in the back
of your head
swallowing light
like hookers in church.
Short term memory
is replaced with
legal pad and pen
holding lists of words
relating to organ donations
and blood debts
i owe to the last drop
Super slurpee vampire
brain frozen like the time
after the land before time.
melted to ripped up leather seats
God save the queen
because another horseman arrived for me.
A few shallow breathes
and you wonder
is this really the end
or is it just someth
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